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Leveling Up Wives In The Apocalypse

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for. But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again? But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out? And most of it all, why does the school looks like it did just a moment before the apocalypse began? ********** Discord link: https://discord.gg/PNGgcMr **********

MotivatedSloth · Fantasy
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What does that means in practice?

'This is really taking too long,' Mathew thought as he stared down at the second field of corpses from yet another vantage point at its perimeter.

In theory, gathering all the cores was just the first step. The problem was, what exactly should they do later.

'Sending for more system seeds to let all the hunters have at least a basic one should be the most obvious strategy,' Mathew thought, squinting his eyes a little as he fell into deep thought.

This was the obvious and most efficient solution.

Sure, they could rush to the castle ruins… but they would still need a considerable number of cores to even learn whether it was a good place to set up a fortress.

'I'm quite sure we won't get enough cores from those corpses,' Mathew thought as he forced his tired eyes open and took another look at the field. 'Even if some of them have more valuable cores… it still won't be enough. Meaning…'

Mathew pursed his lips into a thin line.